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past few months I had been working by myself. Sometimes I wouldn’t get home until after three in the morning. One Tuesday afternoon my supervisor called me to inform me that he had hired a new guy and that he would be working with me. I was glad because I could get done quicker now and have some company as I drove from place to place.
                  That evening when I pulled into th e parking lot of Service Master, I gathered my things from my car that I would need and locked it because I always drove the company van during work hours, they supplied the gas. I walked into the building and went straight to my supervisor’s office as he had instructed me to do once I got to work. I walked in and saw a young dark skinned slim brother sitting in one of the leather chairs across from Mr. Johnson. They were engaged in a conversation when I walked in.
                  “Good evening Mr. Johnson.” I greeted my supervisor. I turned to the young gentleman that was sitting in the chair and extended my hand to him. “Hello, I’m Lala .”
                  He stood and shook my hand. “Nice to m eet you Ms. Lala . I’m Tremaine but everybody calls me Tre.”
                  He was tall probably about 6’1, he had dark brown eyes, a close cut with thin side burns that connected to his goat-tee. He was wearing a white tee, a pair of baggy black sweats and a pair of black Tims on his feet. He was really nice looking but I had a feeling that he was going to get on my nerves because he was so young and probably would want to play around and not really take the job seriously. I’d worked with a few of them before and was not eager to work with another.
                  “Lala as I told you on the phone earlier. You and Tre will be working together. Just kind of show him the ropes and I’m sure he will get the hang of everything pretty quickly.” Mr. Johnson said to me.
                  “Okay.” I looked at Tre. “Are you ready to go?”
                  “Yes ma’am.” He said while looking down at his phone, I assume sending a text. When he stood I noticed his pants sagging off his ass. I shook my head because I was so damn sick and tired of seeing young guys walking around with their pants sagging, having to literally walk and try to hold them up.
                  “Okay then let’s go.” I walked out ahead of him ready to get the day started and get rid of him and soon as possible.
                  We hopped in the van. I strapped on my seatbelt while Tre sat his backpack on the floor and then reclined his seat before putting in his earphones so that he could listen to his ipod.
                  “Ummm…do you want to make that seatbelt click sir?” I asked as I waited for him to fasten his seatbelt.
                  He must not have heard me because he continued to sing the lyrics to Lil’ Wayne’s Lollipop. “ Call me so I can make it juicy for ya. Call me so I can make it juicy for ya. Shawty wanna thug bottles in the club…”
                  “Tre!” I called loud enough so that he could hear me over the music.
                  He removed his e arphones. “Yes ma’am Ms. Lala .” The way that my name rolled off his tongue should’ve been illegal. He was staring at me waiting for me to tell him why I’d called his name.
                  “Um…could you buckle your um…seatbelt?” I asked before redirecting my eyes straight ahead.
                  “Oh yeah sure. No problem.” He sat his seat up some and buckled his seatbelt. “Is that better?” He asked flashing a perfect smile.
                  “Yep.” I started up the van and pulled out of the parking lot and we headed to Chesapeake, VA for our first job. On the drive there I had the radio turned to 95.7 listening to all of my jams old and new skool. I was